Alan and I had just woken up and were cuddling before the day began. Alan said "I had a dream about you last night." I was waiting for the graphic details--what lingerie would I be wearing and in what position. But he surprised me.
Alan, "I dreamed that you were a lesbian."
Me, "A lesbian?"
Alan, "Yeah, and not the good kind."
Me, "What do you mean--the good kind?"
Alan, "Oh you know, the kind that would let me watch or join in."
Me, "So the bad kind is..."
Alan, "The kind that would shut the door in my face and say 'We don't need you' "
Alan, "Do I have anything to be worried about?"
Me, rolling eyes, "No."
Then 10 seconds of silence.
Alan, "You're going to blog about this, aren't you?"
Me, "Of course I am."
Later in the week we were out with a couple for dinner. When I related this story to them, the woman of the couple looked as confused as I was about the good kind of lesbian. But the man said, "Oh, I knew exactly what he meant." More evidence that all men share one medium to large size brain. Ha!